“Yes,” Cold growled, his teeth dragging roughly over Jimmy’s jaw.
Jimmy had no idea how to tie one, but he grabbed it anyway. He hadn’t even looked at the color, and he didn’t think Cold would care. He draped it around Cold’s neck, groaning low as Cold’s quick hands slipped inside his robe.
Cold grabbed at the small of Jimmy’s back, dragging their hips together and forcefully grinding forward. The momentum of his body pressed Jimmy back against the wall, his hands flailing for balance.
“Shit! Dropped the tie,” Jimmy protested, watching it slip off Cold’s neck.
“Fuck the goddamn tie,” Cold snarled ravenously, pushing Jimmy’s robe out of his way.
Jimmy wrapped his arms around Cold, flushed and aching for his lover to touch him. Cold grabbed Jimmy’s cock, while at the same time leaving a blazing trail of bites and scalding kisses across his shoulder and throat.
Jimmy bucked up against Cold’s strong grip, his head falling back against the wall with a loud smack. He was so caught up with passion that he barely felt it, twisting his neck to seize Cold’s lips in a fierce kiss.
“You’re incredible,” Cold was growling into Jimmy’s mouth as he jerked him off. “Every crease, the fucking folds... you even made sure the garters were straight...”
“I wanted it to be perfect,” Jimmy panted. “Fucking perfect...”
“You are fucking perfect. Now, come on, my perfect boy... come for me.” Cold groaned, stroking Jimmy to his end with a loving kiss, directing his hot load all over his stomach.
Jimmy writhed and cried, shaking with every wonderful pulse of his orgasm. He felt so proud of himself, proud for pleasing Cold and getting him so wound up by performing so well.
He wasn’t just a good boy; no, he had beenperfect.
Cold pulled away with a soft kiss, straightening out his suit. Other than lacking his tie and a few buttons on his waistcoat being undone, he looked flawless.
Jimmy was a flushed and sweating mess, grinning dopily as he collapsed against Cold’s shoe rack. He raked a hand through his hair, laughing, “Wow... I should help you get dressed all the time.”
“I certainly wouldn’t mind,” Cold chuckled.
“Want me to, ahem, take care of you?” Jimmy asked shyly, fully aware of the firm bulge tenting the front of Cold’s trousers.
“Oh, definitely,” Cold said, unbuckling his belt. “On your knees, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy obediently dropped down, opening his mouth and moaning as Cold filled it with his thick cock. He sucked softly, his eyes fluttering closed as Cold pushed deeper. He swallowed around a tickle in his throat, reaching up to squeeze Cold’s hips.
Cold didn’t mind the touching now, winding a hand in Jimmy’s hair to hold him firmly in place as he began to thrust harder. “There, there.... Just like that, my good boy. My perfect boy.”
Jimmy’s cheeks warmed from the praise, and he opened his mouth as wide as he could so Cold could fuck his throat even deeper. He loved the burn in his scalp from Cold pulling his hair, groaning as the thrusting began to speed up. Tears were pooling in his eyes, and he could hardly breathe, gasping sharply when Cold suddenly pulled out.
Cold still had a tight grip on his hair, jerking himself off as he snarled, “Stick out your tongue, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy immediately stuck out his tongue as far as he could, beaming up at Cold as he got the first taste of his cum. More thick ropes followed after, pooling in Jimmy’s mouth, and he moaned as he swallowed it all down. He licked his lips with a happy hum, smiling sweetly. “Yeah, definitely helping you get dressed more.”
Cold snorted, fixing his pants and retrieving the tie Jimmy had picked out from the floor. He gazed over Jimmy’s naked form, drawling, “Not that I mind the view, but you really should get dressed, love.”
“Mmm.” Jimmy stood up and stretched his arms, asking casually, “Should I plan on wearing any underwear to the rehearsal tonight?”
“No,” Cold replied with a wink. “Definitely not.”
Once Jimmy was dressed and ready, Cold led him downstairs to find Jerry patiently waiting in the foyer for them. He whisked them away in the limo to the restaurant, a crowd of reporters anxiously waiting outside and filling the sidewalk until a few were spilling out onto the street.
“What in the world?” Jimmy asked, blinking with big eyes at all the people swarming toward the limo.
“Mmm, the trial may be over but the story is still hot,” Cold mused, taking Jimmy’s hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “I expect we’ll be seeing more of them around.”
“Why can’t they just leave us alone?” Jimmy gritted his teeth. “This is our freakin’ rehearsal dinner! This is private!”
“They won’t be able to come inside,” Cold soothed. “Just stay close to me and ignore them.”
